"This ...... How is that possible?"

Listening to Lawrence's words, Lorenzo's heart set off huge waves.

He slowly raised his hand and looked at the fireworks burning under the scales, the light was so blazing that it was as if his torso had already been turned into a grinder, burning under the protection of the armor.

"Secret blood, the source of our strength, haven't you thought carefully about the connection between us?"

Lawrence was in no hurry to attack, just as he had taught in the Demon Hunter Order, he taught this young man who had already mastered power but didn't know it.

He was on a nail sword, in the midst of a burning sea of fire, and his figure was so majestic that it was suffocating.

"In the final analysis, the power of the demon hunter is to usurp the power of the demon, and the alchemy matrix is to channel it out of the blood and control it. ”

Lorenzo's gaze slowly shifted to Lawrence's, and he remembered what Merlin had said to him when he was in the Black Mountain Hospital.

What exactly is power?

Is it an inexplicable supernatural force, or is it a "phenomenon" that can be explained by existing knowledge?

"The illusion of nightmares, stomach chewing grass...... These are the more common demons, and there are some special beings that are difficult for us to peep into......"

The Burning Demon, the Mysterious Silencer...... There are still so many unknowns in this world.

"After all, this power is not a divine power, it comes from the secret blood, and it is as evil as the secret blood, this thing is essentially the characteristics of demons, and now, we also have the power of demons. ”

Mortals would not have achieved such an degree, and before they knew it, they had already been promoted to a higher being.

"Essentially, we're all members of the demons at the moment, Lorenzo, we're just demons with reason, and what kind of witchers, powers, and mere gentle grooming can't change the nature of our cruelty and sin. ”

Lawrence's voice stopped, in fact, he had already talked enough, Lorenzo on the high wall had already thought everything through by now.

"Secret Blood, Power, Demon ......"

Lorenzo muttered in a low voice, the secret blood in his body was extremely hot, but this crazy power could not interfere with him.

He thought of the answer.

"yes...... The answer has long been laid out in front of our eyes, the alchemy matrix will channel the power in the secret blood, that is to say, in fact, every demon hunter has multiple powers, but we are destined to use only one due to the will and erosion. ”

This is where the cowardice of mortals lies, even if they become witchers, such a will can only barely control and bear the power and erosion of a piece of power.

The alchemy matrix is both a guide and a restriction, just like the silver bolt in the body.

Thinking back to the process of the witcher's gradual alienation, the recovery power of flesh and blood became stronger, the pure flame became more hot, and his consciousness fell into madness...... Isn't this kind of characteristic the embodiment of power?

Mighty Yanar, Mighty Michael...... This power has long been reflected in the demon hunter's body, but it is too weak compared to the power that is channeled, and it is ignored by people.

As the level of mystic blood awakening increases, these forgotten powers will gradually return, and when they fully appear, it will be the time when the witchers will not be able to withstand the erosion and die.

Near-immortal power, boiling fireworks, utterly insane consciousness.

Just like the threshold of secret awakening, the more they rise, the stronger their power becomes, so there is more power to recover, but the moment they get their power, they have already been sentenced to death, and their consciousness is irreversibly eroded and they become a member of the demons.

Under the critical breakthrough, Lorenzo's secret blood continued to increase, so he also obtained the power of alienation, awakening the violent flames.

"Mighty Michael, channeling an incomparably blazing pure flame, far more powerful than an ordinary demon hunter can grasp...... Isn't this the enhancement of the Pure Flame? This power is reflected in those out-of-control witchers. ”

Lorenzo was amused by his hindsight, knowing that the information was so close to him, and he didn't even notice it.

"Isn't that what demonization is all about? Strengthens the Pure Flame, strengthens the resilience of flesh and blood, strengthens the madness of will, and spreads the spread of erosion. ”

These are powers, overlapping powers, broken paths from which there is no turning back.

So what's going on with you?

If this is the case, the will of mortals can only control and bear the power and erosion of power, and the critical breakthrough has caused Lorenzo to enter the demonization, and the demonization has brought the plural power, and it stands to reason that he should also be out of control, but now Lorenzo is extremely rational, and the erosion has no effect on him.

Lorenzo thought of something.

"So, is this [Credential] and [Sublimation]?"

Lawrence, who was in the midst of the fire, nodded slightly, indicating affirmation.

"Gabriel is your Credential, and the moment you get it, your will is sublimated. ”

At the sight of the surging fireworks, Lawrence realized that Lorenzo also had the power Gabriel, and only then could he keep his sanity in battle.

Lorenzo thought he was hiding it well, but he didn't know that in Lawrence's eyes, he had already been exposed.

Lawrence was very happy, he was very happy, and sometimes he was sad for his loneliness, after all, it is inevitable to feel lonely when a person walks on this road of brokenness and destruction, but now he has met another person who is the same.

It's a cause for celebration.

"Sublimated...... Will. ”

Lorenzo gradually understood everything, and Watson had told him this, but in the face of countless mysteries, these fragmented information were not enough to support him to understand everything, but now he vaguely thought about it.

His own will is no longer the will of mortals, it is the will that has been [sublimated], so he can resist the erosion brought about by the plural powers, so these powers will awaken in his body one by one.

Lorenzo thought of something.

It's not that complicated, isn't this demonization after all?

He is demonizing little by little, but his will remains absolutely sanity, and the viscous darkness is wrapping himself little by little.

So what is the end of this road of destruction and brokenness, the end of this darkness?

For a moment, Lorenzo's eyes flashed with strange hallucinations, and he saw the pale angels slowly spreading their wings in front of his eyes, their cold and ruthless faces leaning towards him, and they stretched out their hands as if to welcome their ascension to heaven.

"No!"

Lorenzo roared, and he slashed himself with a backhand swing of his spike, the pain sobering him up a bit.

That's not heaven, and that's not angels.

The Silencer.

"After all, we still don't know much about secret blood and demons. ”

Lawrence said slowly, he wasn't in a hurry to fight Lorenzo.

"Like you, I used to think that demons were monsters and that monsters should be killed, but gradually, I learned so much that I was terrified, Lorenzo Holmos. ”

Lorenzo stopped making a sound, just quietly felt the power within himself.

Drawing his sword driven into the wall, Lorenzo fell into flames, and he and Lawrence looked at each other.

"So the deformity of the body is also a kind of power? Power Yanar, the will of mortals can no longer restrain this power, so the uncontrolled power makes the flesh and blood grow strangely. ”

Lorenzo's voice was calm, he knew that witchers and demons were of the same origin, but he never thought that the two were so similar, like facing himself in the mirror.

The flames burned silently, and the next moment the red-hot nail sword rolled up fireworks and wind.

"What, do you still want to fight?"

Lawrence casually raised his spiked sword to fend off Lorenzo's attacks, and in the critical breach he awakened the power Arnar...... No, it's not quite accurate to say that with wake-up.

Putting aside those modified words, now Lawrence is just demonizing himself because of the critical breakthrough of the secret blood, and the recovery power of flesh and blood has become extremely powerful, and this powerful embodiment is called Power Yanar.

With the blessing of this immortal power, it was difficult for Lorenzo to kill him.

The witchers themselves have a strong resilience, and the so-called power Yanar has not infinitely strengthened this recovery characteristic, just like the power Michael.

"There is no conflict between you telling me information and me killing you. ”

Lorenzo's voice was cold, and the blade of the sword sliced through Lawrence's body, and a raging fire ignited in the wound, but this did not burn Lawrence, and the dead flesh was faded by the growing flesh, and fell off with the burning flames.

"It's a shame, we're the same kind...... Maybe it's the only one of its kind in the world, but I think we should be more peaceful. ”

Lawrence was like playing Lorenzo, after confirming that Lorenzo was also a [sublimated] existence, he felt that his dark heart was a lot more cheerful, but if Lorenzo still insisted on getting in his way, Lawrence didn't mind killing this rare kind.

Lawrence didn't need any of his kind, he just needed a sword in his own hand.

"I'm starting to get bored, give me more surprises, Lorenzo, or it'll be too boring. ”

Lawrence slashed down with the sword, and the crack exploded along Lorenzo's breastplate, shattering the armor, and the fireworks under it instantly poured out and bombarded Lawrence's body.

Under the endless white tide, I saw the powerful phantom approaching little by little, and Lawrence came towards the flames.

The situation was at a stalemate, and Lorenzo was unable to effectively kill Lawrence, and with this undying force, the two of them had no point in fighting.

Unless...... Fight in the Gap.

Lorenzo thought so, but a heart-rending pain came from his body.

His movements froze, and then his whole body felt as if it were petrified, and Lorenzo could feel the pain that pierced his heart, coming from every inch of his body, as if countless insects were gnawing at his own flesh.

Walk up the spine little by little, and finally out of the eye socket.

[The silver bolt begins to melt. 】

A cold, indistinct voice sounded in his head, and then the voice shattered completely.

"Damn, at a time like this. ”

Lorenzo gasped violently, and his body collapsed uncontrollably.

With the critical breakthrough of the secret blood, the silver bolt in his body began to melt, and the molten holy silver was scorching his body, killing him from the inside little by little.

Lawrence looked at Lorenzo, who had stopped moving, and he looked puzzled, and was about to ask something, when he saw the wound he had just slashed out.

The scar on Lorenzo's chest had a metallic sheen, blood dripping with metal.

"Haven't you changed your body yet?"

Lawrence asked.

"Also, I also found such a suitable body with the help of the epidemic doctor. ”

Nurtured by the plague doctors, they succeeded in giving birth to a new body, a perfect body, out of the flesh and blood of the Silencer.

Lawrence recognized the silver bolt in Lorenzo's body, the old Order had been destroyed, Lorenzo was different from him, Lorenzo didn't have so many resources to spare, and it was understandable that he didn't change his body.

"It looks like I won. ”

Lawrence shook his head helplessly, he suddenly had no fighting spirit to speak of, this kind of victory was too boring for him.

Instead of being defeated by his own strength, Lorenzo collapsed from the Silverbinding Bolt that was gradually melting in his body, which was ridiculous.

Like the witchers who died on the night of Arrival.

Looking at the wheezing body, Lawrence admired Lorenzo's pain, but suddenly he remembered something.

"Do you want to give up the hunt for me? If you calm down the secret blood now, you may be able to stop the melting of the holy silver, but in the same way, you can't kill me without breaking through. ”

Lawrence suddenly finds the place of pleasure again, and like the devil of hell, he seduces Lorenzo.

"Do you want to give it a try? cut open your arms and torso to free the molten holy silver?"

His voice was smiling.

"This is also what I found when I was a patriarch, looking through the scriptures, before there were Yanar witches who tried to defect, they thought that by the power of power, they could resist the destruction of the holy silver, so they cut open their bodies, drove the holed steel nails into their arms, and drained the holy silver in their bodies little by little. ”

The voice was sharp, like the dead wailing in pain.

"There's no turning back, they almost succeeded, in order to remove the holy silver from their bodies, they need more power, but the more they awaken the secret blood, the faster the holy silver melts.

The Silver contained the power's resilience, and they were burned into an empty shell by the Silver Silver, most of which had flowed out.

It's just a little bit, it's just a little bit, and they're going to win. ”

Lorenzo did not respond to his ridicule, as if dead.

Lawrence's laughter froze, he enjoyed it so much, and Lorenzo was so uncooperative with him.

Nothing interesting.

But at this moment, Lorenzo crawled up little by little, and the pitch-black armor peeled off one by one, revealing a face distorted by pain.

"Then please wait a minute, Lawrence. ”

Lorenzo's voice was hysterical as he raised his spiked sword and stabbed it down his palm, piercing his arm with a tooth-aching sound that crumbled inch by inch and merged with flesh.

The arm fell limply, but at the same time, liquid silver spilled from the wound in his palm, and Lorenzo slammed the hilt of the nail sword into the ruins in front of him, and swung his arm in a fixed position, causing his other hand to be pierced.

"Intermission. ”

Lorenzo said this, then slammed his chest against the nail sword in front of him, twisting his body vigorously, gradually widening the wound.

The secret blood roared, and the holy silver in his body was almost boiling.

He leaned over his body, blood of steel pouring from his wounds.

Lawrence was stunned, he looked at Lorenzo who was so crazy, even he was shocked by the anger emanating from Lorenzo's body.

"When I fix it, I'll kill you. ”

Lorenzo stubbornly held his head high, his gaze as malicious as a tidal wave.

The blood mixed with the holy silver, and little by little, they covered the nail sword, then cooled on it, like mottled pig iron, clinging to the blade.

The silver destroys Lorenzo's body, but the ascending secret blood heals him.

It's a gamble.

If Lorenzo fails, 047's body will be completely destroyed, and he will have to travel between [gaps] to escape the battlefield, but he is not the only one who has the power Gabriel, he will be sniped by Lawrence, and maybe he will really die here.

But if he didn't, Lorenzo wouldn't have been able to kill Lawrence.

Seleu was right, he was a man with self-destructive tendencies, and today's state of affairs had nothing to do with action, but was just the simplest personal vendetta.

Only one person will make it out alive today.

The mystical blood sublimated the body, and the flesh began to wriggle, demonizing Lorenzo as they squeezed the flowing metal, resetting the broken bones and adding to the surface of the harder ones.

Gradually, Lorenzo regained his strength, first in one arm and then in another.

Perhaps the suppression of the Holy Silver had taken effect, and although most of the wounds had healed, the scars on the palms of the hands had not been smoothed, just like the stigmata of the executed sages and the palms of the hands.

Lorenzo stood up little by little, until the nail sword that had sunk into his chest was removed, and he grabbed the blade of the nail sword and pulled it out of the rubble.

Some were weak and swaying, and there was a small amount of holy silver in the body, which brought burning pain, but this no longer affected Lorenzo.

Like Lawrence, Lorenzo took the path of brokenness and strode towards the end of the darkness.

"Ah...... What a student of mine. ”

For some reason, Lawrence suddenly had tears in his eyes at this moment, staring at the iron-like figure, as if he had seen his past from Lorenzo's body.

Lorenzo stepped forward, and his figure was torn into a flowing stream of light.

The sharp blade pierced through the air, and it was extremely fast, with little time to react, and by the time you saw it, you were already dead.

This time, even Lawrence couldn't dodge the swift sword, and the steel crumbled.

The nail sword departed with blood, and a hideous scar exploded from his neck, deep enough to reveal the bone, nearly decapitating Lawrence.

The pitch-black mask shattered under the blow, revealing half of Lawrence's face, which had also been slashed by the trajectory of the blade, and the flesh was blurred, only the blazing white eyes were still clearly visible.

The pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow came from the wound, and Lawrence's gaze did not waver, but slowly moved to the nail sword in Lorenzo's hand.

"You wanted to do that?"

Lawrence did not show the slightest anger, and his heart became more and more happy, which was a surprise to him.

"yes, even if you don't say it, I'll have to find a way to get the holy silver out, won't I?"

Lorenzo was on his hand with a spiked sword plated with holy silver and blood, and the pitch-black armor covered his body layer by layer, and then a flame burst through the cracks.

"Only Holy Silver can suppress this immortality, and only this thing can kill you. ”

Lawrence's maniacal laughter sounded from under the mask, and he couldn't think of any words of praise to describe Lorenzo, all he could do was to clench his nail sword and despair Lorenzo with the most powerful gesture.

"Come on, Lorenzo Holmos, you are a true witcher. ”

Lawrence strode towards Lorenzo.

Endless dust fell from the pitch-black dome, and under the piercing sound of swords, one after another huge and hideous fissures appeared on the high walls.

The former church turned into a war of demons, perhaps the so-called god really existed, and could not bear this sacredness to be desecrated like this, and the Yega Theater began to collapse in the raging fire.

Amid the wild laughter of the demons, the end has come.